The look in his eyes was so wildly savage that it stole the air from my lungs and made every inch of skin on my body erupt with goosebumps. “Stone,” I whispered through the wad of cotton that suddenly felt wedged in my throat.
“Christ, Willow. Do you have any idea what it was like sitting next to you all fucking night, watching you smile with so much joy it lit up the entire room? Or having to hear you laugh that adorable fucking laugh of yours and not being able to do what I wanted to do to you?”
I swallowed thickly, trying to quench the desert dryness in my mouth. “What—what did you want to do to me?”
He took slow, measured steps in my direction, his eyes pinned to me like a predator tracking its prey. “I wanted to feed my cock past those sweet pink lips and watch them stretch as you took as much of me down your throat as you could. Then I wanted to fuck you so hard that you’d feel me for days.”
I suddenly felt this gnawing, painful emptiness in my core, a desperation to be filled that had me clenching my thighs together.
At the sound of my needy whimper, his eyes flashed, making him look positively feral. “You want that, baby? You want me to fuck you hard?”
There was no hesitation when I answered a breathy, “Yes, I want that, Stone.”
A growl rumbled up his throat, and before I could blink, he was on me, his lips crashing down on mine in a kiss raging with desperation, even as our tongues tangled together.
He fisted my hair, using it to move my head exactly where he wanted it so he could trail nipping kisses down the sensitive skin on my neck, causing my body to erupt with goosebumps.
I hummed wantonly as I dragged my fingers through his hair, scraping my nails along his scalp. I wanted to be fucked hard by him. I wanted to feel him between my legs again for days. But more than that, I wanted to taste him the way he’d just described.
Pulling my mouth from his, I lowered to my knees and palmed the massive bulge already forming behind the rough denim.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted as I popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. There was no other barrier between his straining length and my face, and the realization that he’d been going commando all day long flooded my panties with a new wave of arousal.
He really did have the most beautiful cock, and just the sight of it was enough to make my mouth water. My tongue peeked out to moisten my lower lip, sliding across the tip of his erection and making him hiss.
When I looked up, he was staring down at me, his gaze wild, his pupils nearly swallowing up that rich whiskey-brown color I loved so much.
“Fuck. Look at you,” he grunted. His fingers trailed through my hair, brushing it away from my face and holding it at the back of my head. “Open your mouth and stay still, baby,” he ordered. “I want to watch your face while I fuck your mouth.”
I’d never had anyone talk to me the way he did when it came to sex. The few men I’d been with in the past had been downright timid in comparison. Before Stone, I hadn’t thought I’d like dirty talk, but he’d succeeded in changing my mind on that. With each word he spoke, I grew that much needier.
Doing as he’d commanded, I parted my lips wide so he could feed his length into my mouth on a low, raspy groan. His lips curled back from his teeth as he slid himself in and out in slow, languid thrusts. “Jesus. So goddamn hot. I could come just from watching you like this.”
I loved that I could make him lose control like that, that he wanted me so badly it wouldn’t take much effort to get him to explode for me. But I needed more.
He was being gentle, trying to make sure I was comfortable instead of testing my limits. And while I loved that about him, how he was always trying to take care of me, I wanted to be pushed. He was the only man I’d felt that safe with, and I wanted more.
To let him know, I reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands, sinking my nails into the taut flesh back there, and forced his hips forward, filling my mouth with even more of him.
“Oh fuck me,” he snarled as I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked harder. “Does my dirty girl want it rougher?”
I looked up at him just in time to catch his lips curl into a devilish smirk and hummed in agreement.
“All right, mouse. I’ll give you what you want.” With that, he snapped his hips harder, causing the head of his cock to bump against the back of my throat. It was nearly too much. He was so big, so thick, but I freaking loved it.
Breathing through my nose to keep from gagging, I squeezed his ass tighter as he fucked my mouth like he’d promised he would. Each thrust, each grunt I ripped from his throat, turned me on so much I thought I might blackout.
He was getting close, I knew it by the way his thrusts became erratic, but instead of coming like I thought he’d do, with an animalistic growl, he grabbed me under my arms and jerked me off my knees.
“What—” I started, but he cut my question off with a bone-searing kiss as he shuffled me back toward the couch.
“You wet for me, Willow?”
“I’m always wet for you, baby.”
Something in him snapped. One second we were making out, and the next, I was stripped naked, standing before him as he ripped his shirt over his head, revealing all that inked skin and defined muscles.
I’d always known he had a gorgeous body, but I could never have guessed it would have been the most beautiful thing I’d ever lay my eyes on. His skin truly was a work of art that I had taken immense pleasure in and time tracing with my tongue over the past few days. Between his muscles and his ink, I wasn’t sure I’d ever grow tired of looking at or touching him.
“Stone, please,” I heard myself beg as he kicked off his boots and pushed his jeans the rest of the way off.
Laying back on the couch, he grabbed my hips and lifted me up like I weighed next to nothing, arranging me so I was facing his feet and my knees were straddling his head. It was a position I’d never been in before, and I suddenly felt unsure. “Stone, what—?” My words died on a moan when his tongue came out and swiped across my slit from end to end. “Oh God.”
“Want you like this,” he grunted against my slick folds. “So you can suck me off while I bury my face in this sweet pussy until you come screaming.”
I was pretty sure I could handle that. Bracing one hand on the cushion by his hip, I wrapped the other around the base of his cock that was still standing tall and proud, the head swollen and purple, and swallowed it back down just as he speared his tongue inside me, causing us to moan simultaneously.
With each flick of his tongue against my clit, each sinful lick inside me, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on what I was doing to him as the pressure deep in my core built.
He snapped his hips up, driving himself deeper into my mouth. I groaned around his length while writhing against his face, growing frantic with the need to come.
Each snarl he made, every groan, vibrated against my folds, driving me out of my mind. His hands slipped over my hips so he could grip my ass, using his hold to force me down harder on his face. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so wet in my entire life.
I froze for a moment when his fingers breached the crease between my cheeks; the tip of his index finger circled around that pucker. My head snapped back on a sharp gasp, his erection falling past my lips when he pressed against that tight ring of muscles. It felt unnatural, yet . . . exhilarating all at the same time.